Sat inside the small loggia, which faces the east, with my coffee and cigarettes, until the sun rose over the stone wall behind the dragon tree. Time was slow. I must have stayed there for an hour. Even the tenants seemed to gad by, since it is a Sunday.

A spirit guide came and remarked that people do not like dying surrounded with the grieving and the curious. They prefer dying in peace and quiet, and unseen. I wonder where that spirit guide had just come from. His message didn't seem to go with a relaxing down time with coffee and cigarettes.